"The birth of a child, your first kiss
from a new lover - neither compare to that sweet moment when your hangover
finally goes away."
Those
sage words are one of only two things I accomplished today in the fog that
followed a friend's birthday party at Brown's Social House last night.
The other "accomplishment" adorns the top of this page and
makes less sense even if it was more fun to make. I will try to explain:
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| Artist's representaton |
This morning I
browsed Facebook while waiting for the hammering in my head to subside.
It was there I noticed that one of my friends, writer, editor &
fugitive American Bob McIntosh (@BobMcVictoria on Twitter),
was himself friends with a man named Hud Bannon.
The name immediately
appealed to to the child in me who spent hours parked in front of the
television watching re-runs of Quincy, Barnaby
Jones, & The Streets of San Francisco on WWOR.
I could just imagine "hot-shot detective" Hud Bannon sliding
across the hood of his black '71 Charger (hemi, of course) as he chased down
drug kingpin Mookie Davis. So, in tribute, I created the above image and
sent it along to Bob for laughs.
As it turns out
Hud Bannon is a writer, author of the blog The Un-Texan, among
other things, and though that’s not his real name it damn well should be.
I haven’t yet had the chance to delve into the man’s work but what I
have seen so far concerns things near and dear to my heart: America, truck stops, dusty roads and the
strange carnival of people who inhabit all three:
“Looking at Delta Dawn's bare shoulders and back was like gazing
across several acres of pale, drought-stricken ground in the harshest light of
day; from the front she looked like all of those acres had gathered themselves
into a shivering heap that might collapse at any moment. None of that seemed to
bother her in the slightest.”
-
Hud
Bannon, "The Un-Texan"
Click on over to the man's site using either the link above or by clicking the image at the top of the page. On a related note, does anyone know the name of the guy who narrated Barnaby Jones & The Streets of San Francisco? This is the stuff they should teach in school.
